Page 5 of Vengeful Devotion
“There’s no point. The guns won’t be there. Send some extra men to every logistics warehouse we have. I want every shipment in and out checked multiple times. I want to know the moment they find anything suspicious. If we need more men, call Jamie. Have him send of some fresh bodies from Ireland,” I say, speaking of Dean’s grandfather.
He's a famous boxer in Ireland. Jamie retired years ago, but he still trains every man I employ.
“Okay.”
“Everything good with the casino?”
“The Lucky Dove is running smoothly. Simone is doing really well running it.”
“Good.”
“The construction on the club is a different story. They’re delayed again.”
“What is it now?”
“Permits.”
“I thought they dealt with that already.”
“Apparently, these are different permits.”
“Motivate them to move quicker, Balor. I don’t care how you do it. But I want that club done before the spring. It needs to be open before the tourist season starts.”
A wicked grin covers his face. “Will do.”
The car comes to a stop outside my estate.Thank fuck.I need a shower. Spending all night in a warehouse with lying cockroaches has a way of making a man feel filthy.
Before I can even close the car door, one of my sisters is running out the front door.
“You owe me,” Vivienne yells from the porch.
“Owe you?”
“Seamus gave up the guns, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“Would he have done that without my award-winning performance?”
“Eventually.”
She scoffs. “You still owe me, big brother.”
“What do you want?”
“I’ll let you know.”
I scrub a hand down my face. Owing Vivienne is a small price to pay. She is the best at putting on a show. But as my second to youngest sister, she’s also the most demanding. I have a feeling that paying her back will be expensive.
Following Vivi inside, I find my other two sisters in the kitchen. It’d be hard to miss them. Their red hair stands out amongst the white kitchen. Simone is at the stove, cooking everyone breakfast. She’s only two years younger than me, but she acts like the mother hen. Especially since dad died. She’s never been scared to remind me of my place. None of my sisters are. It doesn’t matter that I’m the king of the Vegas underworld or that I have an entire crime syndicate to run. That means nothing to them. The only sibling scared of me is my brother, and that’s for an entirely different reason.
“Morning, Dec,” Juliette calls from the breakfast counter. “Long night?”
I look over at my youngest sister. “You could say that.”
“Did you get what you needed?” Simone asks.
“Yes.”
